Take This Dance. {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Eight:

"Hey, I just really needed to talk to you," I closed the front door to my house by leaning my back against it.

"What do you need to tell me?" Questioned Luna through my phone.

"Well," I held my phone against my shoulder, holding it up, "We were just talking, you know, to get to know each other."

"Mhm," listened Luna.

"And I asked him if he was going to do any kind of dance competitions..." I bit my nails.

"Yeah, yeah, go on."

"He said that he didn't have a partner so he couldn't."

Luna hesitated for a minute, "Hold on, don't tell me-"

"Then out of the blue, he asks me to be his partner," I crashed on my couch, laying flat on my stomach.

"I knew it!" Yelped Luna, "I called it!"

I sighed, "Yeah, so that's what happened."

"And what did you say when he asked you?" Luna asked.

"I...Didn't tell him anything," my eyebrows pointed upwards. Through my phone, I listened to her sigh.

"{Y/N}... You are so dumb," she said, irritatedly, "You should have said yes!"

"I didn't deny him!" I raised my voice, "I just kind of..."

"...What did you do?"

"...I may have snapped at him," I cringed.

"Why would you snap at him?!" Yelled Luna.

"Because I had just told him that I quit ballet!" I sighed, then pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Oh my gosh..." she sighed again.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better... He gave me his number," I turned around on the couch to lay on my back.

"He did?!" Gasped Luna, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"But!... He only gave me his number in case I had changed my mind," I pointed my index finger when I said this.

"Girl, you know for a fact that he gave you his number because he thought you were pretty," She responded back in a sly manner. Even though I couldn't see her, I could tell that she was smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"No, he did not," I scoffed, rolling over onto my side.

"You better say 'yes' to being his partner," she answered back.

"Um, no."

"Yes!"

"No, no, no. I told myself I wasn't going back into ballet... Or dance in general!"

"C'mon," Luna groaned, "You can at least make one exception for this!"

"Nuh uh, not happening."

"Then, what will it take for you to just do it!"

"Literally nothing. I'm not doing it."

"Gosh, you're so difficult."

"Luna," I exhaled sharply, trying to come up with something to say, "I quit dance for a reason and once I get back into it, I won't stop."

"I know, I know," Luna sighed, "It's just... How often do you get this opportunity handed to you randomly in life? I mean, it's obvious that fate WANTS you to continue to dance. I just feel like you'll regret it if you don't grab it by throat and just take it. Look... I know you, and what you'll do... So, just do it." I bit my lip, still collecting what she had just said. Gosh, I hate it whenever she was right. "...And if you're going to let that hunk-of-a-man go, you're clinically insane," she said, as I began to laugh.

"Okay, okay..." I sighed, "I'll consider it-"

"Yes!" She exclaimed.

"But! Don't think that means yes!"

"Oh, for sure that means yes, what are you talking about?"

I rolled my eyes, "I just said I'll think about it! Which means there could be a possibility that I will say no!"

"...But it also means yes!"

"Gosh, what did I get myself into?" I sighed to myself.